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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.