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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.