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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
X-101,
Television,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.