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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.