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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.