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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.