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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.