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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.