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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.