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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.