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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.