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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Can,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.