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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.