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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.