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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.