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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.