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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.