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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Residents,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.