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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.