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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.