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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.