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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.