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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.