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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.