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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
UT,
Fear,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.