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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.