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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.