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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.