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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.