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 India and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.