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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.