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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.