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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
PIL,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.