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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 This Heat to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.