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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.