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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.