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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Monks,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.