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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.