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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.