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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.