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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.