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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.