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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.