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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.