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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Index to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.