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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.