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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.