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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.