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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.