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 India and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.