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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.