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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Section 25,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.