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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.