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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Index,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.