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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.