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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.