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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.