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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Motions,
PIL,
Monks,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.