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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.