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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.