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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.