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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.