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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.