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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.