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 Seychelles 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
June Days,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.