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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
X-101,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.