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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.