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 United Kingdom 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Quantec,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Visage,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.