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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Brick,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.