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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.