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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Move,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.