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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.