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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.