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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.