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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.