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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.