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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Lyres,
Q65,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.