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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.