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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.