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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.