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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.