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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.