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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.