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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Skaos 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.