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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.