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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Index,
the Human League,
June Days,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.