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 Nepal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.