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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.