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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.