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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.