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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.