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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.