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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.