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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.