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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.