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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.