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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.