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 Poland and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.