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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.