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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.