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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, 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.