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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.