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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.