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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.