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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.