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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.