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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.