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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
CMW,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.