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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.