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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Television,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.