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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.