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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.