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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.