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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
AZ,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.