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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Slave,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
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.