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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.