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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
The Martian,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.