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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.