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 Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.