Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.