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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
CMW,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.