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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.