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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.