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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.