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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.