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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.