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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.