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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.