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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
CMW,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Make Up,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.