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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.