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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.