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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.