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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.