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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.