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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.