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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
MC5,
June of 44,
10cc,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
cv313,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.