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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.