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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.