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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.