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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.