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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.