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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.