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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.