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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.