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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.