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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.