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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.