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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.