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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.