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 Cuba 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.