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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
The Martian,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.