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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.