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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.