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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.