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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.