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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.