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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Kayak,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
MC5,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.