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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
JFA,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.