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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.