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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Wings to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Ronan,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.