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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.