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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Inner City,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.