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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.