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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Q65,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.