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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.