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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.