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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.