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 Grenada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.