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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.