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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Faust to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.