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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.