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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Nico,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.