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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.