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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.