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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.