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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.