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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.