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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.