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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Gong,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.