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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.