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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.