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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
JFA,
Slave,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.