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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.