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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.