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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.