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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.