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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Japan,
UT,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.