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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.