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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.