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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.