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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.