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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.