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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.