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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.