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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.