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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
the Germs,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.