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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
the Association,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
JFA,
10cc,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.