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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.