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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Can,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Index,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.