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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.