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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.