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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dead C to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.