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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.