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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.