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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.