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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.