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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.