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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.