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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.