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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.