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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.