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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.