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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.