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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Gong,
the Swans,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.