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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Darondo,
Nas,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.