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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.