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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.