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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.