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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Organ,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.