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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.