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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
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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.