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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.