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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.