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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
UT,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.