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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.