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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.