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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.