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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.