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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.