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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Wire,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.