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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.