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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s 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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.