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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.