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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.