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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
DNA,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Can,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.