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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.