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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Rekid,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
The Doors,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.