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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Scion,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.