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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Television,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.