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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.