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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.