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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.