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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Q65,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.