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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.