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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.