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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.