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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One 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 rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.