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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.