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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.