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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.