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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.