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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.