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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.