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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Gong,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
X-102,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.