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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.