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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.