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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.