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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.