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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.