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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
MC5,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Mars,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.