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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.