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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.