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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.