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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Can,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Franke,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
the Swans,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.