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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.