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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.