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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.