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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.