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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.