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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.