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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
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.