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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland 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 Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.