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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.