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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
DNA,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.