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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.