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 Eritrea 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.