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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.