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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.