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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Brick,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.