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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.