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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.