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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Darondo 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.