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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.