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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.