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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.