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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.