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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.