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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.