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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.