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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.