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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.