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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.