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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.