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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.