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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.