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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.