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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
The Index,
MDC,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.