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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.