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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
the Association,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.