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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.