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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.