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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Index,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.