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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Cure,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.