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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Pole,
June Days,
Rekid,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.