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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.