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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.