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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.