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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.