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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Index,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.