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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.