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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.