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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
June Days,
Section 25,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.