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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.