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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.