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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
cv313,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.