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 Mali and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.