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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
AZ,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.