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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.