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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Can,
The Names,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.