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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.