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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.