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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
The Names,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.