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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.