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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.