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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Kayak,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.