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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.