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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 ABC to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.