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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.