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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.