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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.