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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Crime,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.