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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.