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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Franke,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.