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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.