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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
AZ,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.