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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.