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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.