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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.