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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
UT,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.