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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.