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 Moldova 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.