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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.