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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Visage,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.