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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.