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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.