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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Busters to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.