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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.