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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.