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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.