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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.