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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.