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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Wings,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.