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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.