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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.