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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.