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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.