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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.