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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.