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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Gong,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.