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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.