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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Wings,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.