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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.