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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.