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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.