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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.