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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.