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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.