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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Motorama,
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.