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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.