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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.