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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.