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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.