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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.