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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.