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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.