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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.