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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.