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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.