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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.