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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.