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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.