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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 808 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.