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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.