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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.