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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
JFA,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.