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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.