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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
the Germs,
Monks,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.