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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.