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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.