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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.