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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.