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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.