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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.