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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.