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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.