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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.