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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.