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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.