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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.