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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.