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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.