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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.