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 Poland 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.