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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.