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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.