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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.