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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.