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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.