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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.