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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
PIL,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.