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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.