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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.