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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.