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 Bahrain 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.