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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Japan,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.