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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.