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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.