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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Index,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.