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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.