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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.