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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.