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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.