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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
DNA,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.