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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.