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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.