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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.