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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.