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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.