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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.