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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.