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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.