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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Model 500,
June Days,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.