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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.