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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.