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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.