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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Wings,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.