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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.