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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.