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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.