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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.