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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Index,
Rekid,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.