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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.