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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.