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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Brick,
cv313,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.