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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.