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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.