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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.