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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.