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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.