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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Fear,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.