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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.