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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.