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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.