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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.