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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Crime,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Scientists,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
X-101,
The Wake,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.