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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.