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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.