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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.