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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.