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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.