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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.