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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Skarface,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.