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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
MC5,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.