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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.