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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.