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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.