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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.