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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.