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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.