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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
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.