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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.