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 Ivory Coast 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.