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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.