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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.