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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.