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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.