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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.