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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.