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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.