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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.