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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.