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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.