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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.