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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Franke,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Chrome,
Brick,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.