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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.