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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.