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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.