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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
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The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.