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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.