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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.