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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.