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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.