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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.