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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.