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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.