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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Index,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.