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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.