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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.