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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.