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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
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,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.