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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.