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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.