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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Slave,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.