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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.