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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.