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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Funkadelic 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.