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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.