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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.