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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.