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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.