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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.