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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.